Renamon frowned. "It's not as easy as you think, Rika. It took me years to become as powerful as I am today."
Rika grumbled. "I know, I know. But still, there has to be some way!"
Renamon shook her head. "There is a way for me. But I have sworn never to do it again," the foxlike warrior said, causing Rika to nod in understanding. The way Renamon was referring to was the downloading of other Digimon's data. But every since Leomon's death, they had both sworn it off completely.
"Don't worry, Renamon, I wouldn't ask you to start doing that again," Rika said, "But that does give me something of an idea."
Renamon frowned. "What do you mean?"
Rika pursed her lips, thinking. "Well... You told me that time passed much quicker in the Digital World up until the D-Reaper crisis, when the Digital World started to synch with ours. Right?"
Renamon nodded.
"I was thinking... Jijimon and Babamon are digimon designed to look old, but what if they're as old as they look? They're bound to know of SOMETHING we could use to get stronger that wouldn't involve killing," Rika said.
Renamon nodded, looking thoughtful. "Maybe. But we could also ask Impmon."
Renamon chuckled at the look on Rika's face, and said, "I know, I know, but before we first came back to this world after D-Reaper's defeat, Impmon was approached by several different Digimon who had heard of his exploits as Beelzemon. He might know something helpful."
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